Go Get That Money

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Let's go [Verse 1] I'm in the spot, it's just me and the hitters I'm spendin' quality time with the killers This bitch a fully, I altered the trigger (Get the bag, King Wonka) I took my bitch to a Miami villa Lil' mama feel safe 'cause she fuckin' a shotter I don't understand shit but a motherfuckin' comma He call me that stupid shit, he ain't Don Dada Ain't tellin' on gang, I ain't takin' no profit When you come in my crib, bitch, you better come proper Robbers know 'bout me, they ain't takin' nada We'll go to war with you niggas likе Gaza Just dropped the ten pack, thе whatchamacallit My lil' hood bitch gon' top me while rockin' a bonnet I might kick in the door in a fresh pair of Lanvins I just gave out two pieces for market and branding Custom Day-Date, now that bitch on Antarctica I'm with three hoes and we turned to Auria These niggas hoes, they be actin' like trannies In New York with that sack like I'm Saquon and Danny Shoutout my scammer, he straight from Uganda Fuckin' a ten and she came from Rwanda I'm a big bird off of spendin' a fifty Got so many shooters, they'll wipe out a city He can't do a pushup, I cannot respect him They know Money don't need bodyguards to protect him Shadow System, it got the light beam combination Hop out on the bullshit, I like confrontation On a PJ, I'm finna go fly up to Ashley Havin' zeros for days, in that money I'm baskin' I stay at the Carlton, I'm feelin' real rich Got a shotgun like Dak 'cause they tryna come blitz I'm the big homie, you best be respectful Lost a whole hundred ball, that shit neglectful [Chorus] Yeah Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Let's go Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop [Verse 2] My dog got a Glock 26, but he twenty-one Book bag stuffed with a honeybun ARP special, MAC came with a red drum Snatch a box from the West like I'm Calvin Ridley Damn, this shit must be fresh 'cause it's very sticky At the Waldorf, I'm countin' up one-fifty In the AMG truck goin' one-fifty Sent a thousand, I bet them hoes gone quickly Show a milly in cash, now they feelin' shitty She be throwin' that ass like a pole dancer Got a sweet tooth, I'm burnin' on Jolly Rancher Futuristic, I'm trappin' out lucid cars Gotta plug that bitch up, had to let it charge They just let my dog free from a homi' charge Got the new FN stick, this bitch camoflauge [Chorus] Yeah Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Yeah, yeah, yeah Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop Go get that money, don't stop